Monday, January 18, 2010

daddy memories #1

Today on Facebook I saw a childhood friend's post stating that her mother had just passed away after being in hospice care. My heart fell... Because I know what that is like. Almost two years a go, the 27th to be exact, we lost our dad to cancer. I can't believe it has almost been two years since I have seen him or heard his voice. It's unreal how time can pass. It's unreal that he is dead.

I'm not sure if I've dealt with his loss properly... I know everyone does it differently, but my life has been so eventful since he passed that I barely have had time to sit and reflect. But starting today, everyday until the 27th, I am going to post a memory of my dad.

Jan. 18, 2010 - Memory #1 of Millions

My mom was a working mom. And she went to work early, so my dad made sure we got up in the morning, had breakfast, brushed out teeth, got dressed and off to school on time. This was his thing. Our routine often went something like this:

First, he would get us out of bed and we would all climb onto my parents kind sized water bed and get under the covers. He would tell us to pretend that we were floating on an iceberg in the middle of the ocean and we all had to snuggle close to stay warm.

Then, we would wash our faces, which he always seemed to want to help. He would have us hang our head over the sink and he would splash HUGE handfuls of water onto our face to "wash the sleep" out of our eyes.

Finally, breakfast. Breakfast was always an interesting menu. Sometimes it was toast. Sometimes he would surprise us with a donut. But what was interesting is when he would blend us up breakfast smoothies with Instant Breakfast. No, he didn't just add banana and wheat germ to make it healthier... He sometimes would put in chocolate cake or any other left over goodie.

Oh yeah... Sometimes he would make us lunch of peanut butter and mayo sandwiches.

He was a good dad, but definitely had his quirks.

We miss and love you very much!

1 comment:

  1. Hi! I saw your post on I'm so sorry about the loss of your dad. I lost mine 5 years ago this past August. He was 50.

    <3 While it doesn't get better, the pain becomes less and less frequent as the years go on.


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